A dozen days later.
Lin Chen returned to his residence in Yunlan City.
As he pushed open the courtyard gate, a woman in pale gray was pruning the branches and tending the grounds.
"Young master, you're back!"
Liu Yun hurried over when she saw him.
"Mm. Has anything happened lately?" Lin Chen asked as he entered the courtyard.
"All is well. The batch of spirit materials you consigned to the Four Seas Merchant Guild has sold for a total of 4,200 Spirit Stones."
As she spoke, Liu Yun took a pouch of Spirit Stones from her robes.
Lin Chen accepted it and swept it with his divine sense. Finding the amount correct, he nodded. "Thanks for your effort."
"It's my duty."
Liu Yun continued.
"Oh, someone came to visit a few days ago. When he found you weren't here, he left and said he'd return in a few days."
Someone had come to visit?
Lin Chen had only recently gone knocking on someone else's door to demand compensation. At this news, his brow twitched.
"Oh? Who was it?" he asked.
"Young Master Zhao Yuanhao."
Liu Yun added, "But his presence is far more intimidating now than it was at Cloud Mist Mountain."
"Zhao Yuanhao..." Surprise flashed through Lin Chen's eyes, followed by a smile.
"So it was him."
They were both sword cultivators. They had crossed blades many times in the Spirit Mist Mountain Blessed Land, discussing the sword through combat, and had gotten along well.
Lin Chen remembered that their final bout before Zhao Yuanhao descended the mountain had ended in a draw.
After that, Zhao Yuanhao had left Spirit Mist Mountain for the underground ruins in the Eastern Wilderness.
Lin Chen had followed the news for a while. He knew Zhao Yuanhao had later encountered a great opportunity,